An Early Curtain Call

First comes the denial. It can't be true, he was just here, I don't believe it.

Followed by the sadness. It was too soon, and he was so young. I loved him.

After the tears come the guilt. What did I miss, what could I have said or done?

As the guilt sinks deeper the tears flow again. I can't believe I'll never see him again.

The tears subsides as the anger takes over. It's not fair, what about us and the future?

Finally through all the stages you find the final one, acceptance and the knowledge that life will go on. 

Suicide is not a joke, or a threat to be played with idly. Suicide kills.

It took my youth and turned it into maturity. Replaced my carefree joy with tears.

Phrases like "I'd rather die", or "you're killing me", are no longer used freely.

I lost a friend, a lover, and a classmate. I gained a respect for my life.

I chose to fight to make my life worthwhile, to find the bits of sunshine behind the clouds.... but loosing someone to close to my heart, it took away a piece of me that I will never be able to repair.